Heartbeat - Part 2

Picture of Natasha.

Zain's P.O.V
Zain, dude where are you going" yelled Mo. I can't fucking take this anymore I screamed in my head. I quickly got in my car and speeded off. I stopped at a silent street. I closed my eyes and put my head back on the headrest. I kept remembering her face. I had seen her before too in my college. She was the "good" type. "bookworm" I laughed.

Her eyes were black, jet black long, silky hair. Her hair was beautiful than the other girls, although she was just merely pretty. Soft white and pink complexion, nice curvy figure, slender long arms and legs, petite hands and feet. "Dude", stop thinking about her" I scream to myself. Shit I looked up to the mirror. My hair was all messed up. Idiot messed up my last day. I spent a month revising the synoptic paper, I needed A to get into University, it's my last chance, I thought. I laughed at myself. I drove off home.

Natasha's P.O.V

I got home, ran into the kitchen "Grannn, oh I'm soo happy"!!!! I shrieked. "Good Lord my child, what are you happy about". "Last day of college, come gran let's go shopping" I suggested. "With me" Wouldn't you feel embarrassed" "No way, I yelled my gran is so happening I teased her. "Ask Amber, She just got in too"

I headed upstairs, humming as I climbed the stairs. "I knocked on Ambers door "Whaaaatttt" she scream. My heart sank. Had she done bad on her paper. I opened the door "Ambi was wrong" I asked. "What's wrong is that, I may not make the grades for my place, whereas you, well you have it easy don't you, you already have an unconditional offer from Manchester! I didn't know if she was mad at me or someone else. "Don't worry" I assured her. "You're the best". She looked at me for a couple of seconds and then smiled. "retail therapy" said. She laughed and said "oo why not, we have the masquerade ball tonight as well tonight". "Tonight" I asked "Yea Tash, don't you remember, and I don't care what you say, you are going" it was more like a demand than a suggestion. "fine" but I need a dress I said heading out.

Zain's P.O.V
I opened the door to my home. Hmmm home, I thought. It didn't seam very homely as I was the only one at home. I had a maid but she came in at noon cleaned up and left. I hardly ever saw her. My mum had passed away when I was 10, and my dad, well dad's just dad I thought. "Dude" I said to myself stopping in front of the hallway mirror, "Why are you getting all sentimental, that's what chicks do" I went upstairs and I had to find something to wear.

I stopped halfway on the stairs "Zain you have got to stop talking to yourself, its bad for your bad boy image" I nagged myself. "Shit masquerade ball, how am I supposed to know if the chick I'm dancing with is pretty" I said as I flipped through my clothes. I stopped on a red shirt, "ooo niiicceee" I said and put it aside as I jumped on my bed. I needed some sleep before I went. One month of revision had me all word out. I closed my eyes and the picture from earlier on came back to mee. Those eyes. They were big , almond shaped with thick long lashes surrounding them. I didn't know when I fell asleep just thinking about her.